Tis the Season to be Lazy

When you have two weeks off work in early December, you’d think that it would be the ideal time to get all your Christmas shopping out of the way.  And you’d be right to think that. It is the absolute ideal time.

You won’t be surprised to learn that in my recent two weeks off work in early December that I did precisely zero Christmas shopping.  I’m really regretting it now.

In my defence, I was extremely busy.  My bed and sofa aren’t going to lie on themselves, are they? If only they would. What a wonderful, magical world it would be.  Beds and sofas in perfect harmony.  Searching for an everlasting peace for this crazy world that we call “the world”.  I digress.

I attempted to start the Chrimbo-shopfest yesterday.  I queued for about 2 minutes in HMV before getting annoyed and giving up?  Why had so many people decided to go CD shopping on a Monday dinnertime?  I could only conclude that it was the actions of a complete cretin, and I felt like telling them all so.  Don’t worry, it doesn’t apply to me; I was buying a DVD.  Anyway, I won’t reveal who it is that isn’t getting a present from HMV anymore, but I’ll apologise to them anyway.  Sorry.

I’d love to say that I had some master plan on how I was going to get all my presents bought, but I don’t.  The old “money in an envelope” option is looking increasingly likely.  Either that or a last minute trolley dash around Asda, frantically buying anything that comes within an inch of being appropriate.

I wish there was some hilarious denouement to this sorry tale, but there isn’t.  I just wanted to get it off my chest.  The whole experience has been so cathartic that I now feel fully comfortable in my shoddiness.

Thanks for listening.